I was a bad king. I wrote some bad
apologies. Too many games, not
enough work. My people drained wasted
but it began to shift when, from the
vast grassland she led him, or was it
that winter I spent as an ass because
of the mishap with the lady
from Salem—blessed be her name
Maybe change of form is not enough
It’s hard to say right now what the project
is and what is not the project
but I hope that at some time in some time
I will have been sufficient monarch of
this wildflower-resplendent surplus
Tag: wildflower
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yet into the clouds again
hoping to believe again in
those pure unbiddens before the
inception of assorted retirement schemesbut who wants to read
that either and no thislevitation is sustained by light
in early spring almost dawn
walks through wildflower waves youcan almost believe and just
about forgive your younger soselfish self that denied those
sunrises and why not build
another boat ask that itbe kissed in a hidden
spot on the port sideby a dark woman filled
with spring water and soon
loosed on the surge forsome distant honey or ice
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go ahead see how far or stop where you are
and assume some reason a wildflower won’t though often a change of cuisine or scene could be enough but enough of these dollar-store writing prompts sure I wouldn’t enjoy such universal acclaim had it not been for The Promptory my magnificent though now defunct writing-prompt
showroom and sweatshop though I’ve read some of the articles you’ve mentioned for improving our lot and shape in swimsuits the trick is to turn this part counter-clockwise while depressing the small white tab for forty minutes each hour for the length of your contract
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today isn’t the day but it may as well be
I never learned what the plant needed dark spots linger
leaves start to drop and group and maybe each solution
was but we did our best and then it diddie I want to make something of that but that
that feels so so I want to find something to
though that won’t either so I say these two lamps
together produce light that’s insufficient
this slow thick syrup won’t
be hurried some hungers pretend
they’re not the I Idon’t want now then a new bird or wildflower song
other animals 